Everything Sucks! • Toliver

One

After a long night of moaning, screaming, and Emaline getting mad because I didn't cum, I woke up to a loud knocking outside Emaline's front door.

I groaned, hoping they'd just go away, or maybe she would get it.

   As if.

   She accused me of being gay, because I could never get off with her. It wasn't true- at all. I just... couldn't. Was I asexual, like those freaks people talk about at school? Or did I just not love Emaline?

   I did love her.

   They knocked again, and Emaline didn't move a muscle, so I guessed I had to go get it. I sat up, groaning. Our crumpled up clothes that we had ripped off so eagerly the night before laid around us. I dug through some of them, looking for my underwear and jeans. Pulling them on, I started walking to the living room to answer whatever absolute madman needed to knock on her door so early in the morning.

   It was Jessica Betts and Scott Pocket. That's when I remembered- we had plans. Great.

   "Wow, Oliver, you look rough. The sex not good?" Scott asked. I shrugged, furrowing my eyebrows. When would Emaline's parents be back? If they saw a bunch of random teens in their livingroom while Emaline was in her room, naked... they wouldn't be happy.

   I went back to her room to wake her up, checking my phone in the meantime. Turns out it was 5PM. Who knew we had slept for that long? There was a concert tonight... that took, what, three hours to get to? Whatever, I could deal with long road trips.

   Emaline woke up, moodily, and went to the bathroom to shower.

   Scott cane to me while we were waiting for her with some news.

   "Oliver, you know what I heard? Luke O'Neil and his little friends are going too..."

   The little suckers that pulled the fire alarm in the auditorium, runing the set for the play? "Oh joy."

   He squinted, punching me in the arm. "Lighten up. Maybe we'll be able to beat the sense into him." I smiled. Violence was always the answer, despite how odd that sounded.

   My phone dinged in my pocket.

   "Tyler Bowen has sent you a friend request!"

   Speak of the devil. I rolled my eyes, telling Scott about the (mis?)fortune that Facebook had brought upon me.

   "What does that little geek need? Maybe he just wants to give you a blowjob."

   Smirking, I accepted it, messaging him.

Oliver: What do you want, you little brat?

Tyler: It was a  dare, sory

Tyler: Pleas? dont kill me?

Oliver: That's cute.

   Scott leaned over my shoulder, reading. "Ooh, what if I told Emaline you were calling other boys cute?"

   "Shut the fuck up," I told him. I looked over at Jessica, who was texting in the corner too.

   "The little nerd is typing," Scott announced.

   I looked back at my phone. Nothing special. Tyler was, in fact, typing. "You're smart," I told Scott. Scott only rolled his eyes.

Tyler: This is McQuaid. I would like to inform you that Tyler is currently hyperventilating in the corner. He asked me to tell you to "have mercy" and to "please not kill him." I would also like to ask that you don't kill me, either. Have a nice day.